I'm Liz Sour and this is Ghosts in the Burbs, a podcast about the people of Wellesley, Massachusetts and the ghosts and monsters who haunt them.

A warning. Adults who use adult language tell me these frightening tales.

These ghost stories aren't for kids.

Hello again, this should be the first in a batch of five to six stories. I've decided that I don't have the bandwidth for my usual social media barrage so I won't be announcing each episode.

But if there is a delay, I'll post to Instagram to let you know.

I'm aiming as always for every other Friday, so let's get into it.

We're on to ghost story number 75.

I am telling you right now that motherfucker is not real.

Why didn't you tell me she could see you? Claire shrugged. It didn't you tell me she could see you?

Claire shrugged.

It didn't feel like my business to share.

She's six years old. She doesn't have business.

I snapped.

Who has she interacted with, aside from the garage ghost and Claire, and the alien down the street, Claire added.

Right, Judith sighed, and the alien.

She hasn't interacted with the alien, thank God.

The garage ghost, Mr. Darby, Claire interjected.

Yeah, I acknowledged.

He warned her to stay away from that thing.

Other than that, I don't know what she's seen.

It was such a shock to hear her talking about ghosts.

I tried to play it cool, so I didn't freak her out or make her feel like I was as

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